Red was furious as he stormed into his current base and threw himself onto his couch. Though to be honest he wasn't sure who he was truly angry at: Himself or Nigel?
Maybe it was the both of them?
Nigel- the Damn Bastard- for betraying all that he had once stood for and joining forces which those he should be trying to stop. And Himself for actually having cared for the Spy to the point where he almost told the older man the Truth about himself. Though the Russian was slightly thankful he never could quite gathered the courage to do so.
He would probably be dead by now if he had done so.
Closing his eye, Red forced himself to relax, there was no use in being bitter as it couldn't and wouldn't help deal with this sudden complex twist that had arisen. If anything it would hinder the decision he was now forced to make:
Should he report this sudden development or did he let it be and wait until the Agency fount out for theirselves? Would they even believe him if he did report it?
A part of Red demanded he reported this sudden twist -Even if they didn't believe him it was still his Duty to do so- but another part wanted nothing more than to tell the world to 'Go Fuck Itself' before going to get wasted to the point that he wouldn't even be able to recall his own name.
The first was the rational move to make yet the second sounded much more pleasant considering the circumstances. No matter what decision he made or how far he twisted the truth, the Russian knew things would never be the same. It left a bitter taste in the younger's mouth, that he knew no amount of Vodka or Whiskey could possibly drown away.
After a moment of careful consideration, The Russian decided on a compromise that would permit him to do both.
Standing he headed for the Liquor Cabinet, grabbing his cellphone on his way.
Nigel had gone Rouge, the idea seemed impossible even to Red so he wasn't very surprised when M believed it to be nothing more then drunk ramblings when Red finally managed to report it.
Maybe he should have waited till he made his Report before getting completely sloshed?
It probably hadn't helped his case that he was drunk to the point where his own words sound foreign and far to his own ears- Defiantly should have waited. How M had even understand the slurred nonsense that left his lips was beyond Red but he supposed the woman had expertise in dealing with drunks, after all, most of the Agents tended to drink more then they should when left alone with nothing more then their memories or thoughts for too long.
After Chiding him for drinking so much, the woman had ordered Red to head directly to bed since he was too far down the bottle to even think rationally. After all 'A Spy of Nigel's standing would Never go Rouge'. Mentally, Red promised himself to laugh at the woman once Nigel was done screwing around with the Agency and showed his New Colors- If he ever did.
After all, Nigel had himself quite a cozy position that had all the information the Spy could even want willingly dropped into his lap without a care in the world. He acquired a good paycheck and was revered by his coworkers and superiors- not that Nigel had many of those. The Spy was practically sitting upon a Gold Mine and Red knew if their positions had been reversed he would have done the same as Nigel and carried on as if he wasn't a Double Agent.
In a way, Red supposed he was in the same position as The British Spy only reversed. They where both deep covered Agents only Nigel spied on the Agency for other World Renowned Villains, pulling the strings that would make everything work much easier for him, while Red spied for the Agency by being both a World Renowned Villain and a Deep Covered Spy, like The Count had done before him.
What could he say, Life was a Complexed Game. One Red would try to his Damn Best not to lose.